Chapter 82

A group of people walked through the hall to the side near the waterfall, with the sound of water above.

Gao Cheng felt his stomach and looked at the direction of the kitchen. Behind Conan, he walked into a strange room with a lock. The high ceiling was several stories high, and there was a small window on it. The interior wall was almost covered with thick painted wood.

"Little master," little Goro Maori said strangely, "what's this room for?"

Kuan Nian seemed very nervous, silent and didn't speak, but Xiunian came from outside and explained: "this is the practice room. I heard that the monks who broke the commandments before were all locked up in this place, so that they could reflect on themselves... Before I entered the temple, I heard that there was another incident here..."

"Stop talking, Xiunian!" Kuan Nian said, "this kind of thing should not be told to the guests! Didn't master ask you to help in the kitchen? "

"Ah, I can't help but come here." Xiunian felt the back of his head and said, "I'm sorry..."

"Let's go and see the waterfall, right next to this room." Kuan Nian changed the subject.

This tense look, even if there was nothing to care about, Gao Cheng couldn't help looking at the practice room again, and then went up the stairs to the waterfall.

There is a small balcony outside the practice room, just at the small window. The waterfall is within reach. The raised rocks divide the waterfall into several strands, one of which falls on the board of the balcony. The cherry blossom floats down with the current, which is quite elegant.

But it's also very dangerous. Under the wooden platform is a deep valley. It's very dangerous to fall.

"It's amazing!" Xiaolan excitedly holding the current, "the waterfall is really in front of you!"

"Be careful. It's very dangerous to slip though it's covered with boards." Kuan Nian reminds us.

"Well?" Conan stood by the waterfall and suddenly turned his head in doubt.

Today, he always felt that someone was looking at him, and the temples here were strange, as if there were some ghosts peeping at them in the dark

"It's almost time for us to go back," Kuan read aloud. "I think dinner should be ready."

In an old and simple Zhaitang, there is a small square table in front of everyone. Everyone has his own food. Although it's just Zhaifan, it still looks delicious.

Gao Cheng quietly floats to one side, looking at Xiaolan who talks and laughs with the monks. This kind of feeling that he can't eat is more hungry than before.

Let's see if there's anything to eat in the kitchen

The kitchen is not far from the dining place. After a short passage, there is no food. Gao Cheng opens the bucket and finds that there is still a lot of rice.

"Offended."

He put his hands together and apologized. Gao Cheng couldn't wait to serve himself a bowl of rice. He was hungry for most of the day. Even if it was just rice, it was like delicacies.

"Well," Conan was not in the mood to eat. He took a bite at random and asked the monks, "I've been very curious since just now. What is foggy dog?"

The monks' happy faces suddenly changed.

"Little brother, who did you listen to?"

"I'm sorry, I slipped my tongue," the old monk said in a voice. "Little brother, it's just an old legend. It's said that the dog would sneak into the village like fog on a rainy night, break the walls of the house with the brute force of Hercules and take people away

"It's a kind of ancient monster that uses the feet that can soar up to the towering trees, hangs the corpse, and then eats human flesh."

The old monk looked at Xiaolan in horror: "all the young girls who were captured by him were delicate, right, just like this girl..."

When Xiaolan was nervous, the old monk suddenly said with a smile, "but it's just an old legend. You don't have to worry about it at all."

"But," murian said in a cold sweat, "it's not all an old legend. The same strange thing happened two years ago..."

"What kind of strange thing is it?" Conan saw that these monks were not willing to talk about it in detail. He looked at Maori xiaowulang and said, "uncle, please tell them in detail. You are a detective, Maori xiaowulang. Maybe you can find something."

"Detective?"

"Maori Kogoro?"

The old monk lost his composure on his face and looked closely at Kogoro Maori.

Even in the mountains, they often go out in rubber boats. They often hear about two famous detectives who have become famous in Tokyo recently.

"It turned out to be the famous detective Maori xiaowulang, who is as famous as the modern left character..."

"Ah, this," Maori xiaowulang said with a smile, enjoying everyone's surprised eyes. "In fact, it's nothing. Chenghu is just lucky to be as famous as me."

"That's more powerful than modern left writing? Detective, you should be able to solve the mystery two years ago Several monks scrambled to surround Maori Kogoro.

"Actually, there was a young monk two years ago..."

"Shut up The old monk suddenly responded strongly and yelled, "have you all forgotten the agreement that you can't mention that event again?"

"But, abbot..."

"All right! That's the end of dinner! Go back to your room and get ready to sleep The old monk stood up in a deep voice and said, "detective, although you are staying in this temple, you have to leave early tomorrow morning. Please have a rest as soon as possible."

"What happened?" Even Gao Cheng in the kitchen heard the movement in the Zhaitang, and seemed to leave the banquet unhappily.

Seeing a monk coming to the kitchen, Gao Cheng quickly packed up his things.

Although I haven't had enough, I can only do this

"Master is seldom so angry..." Mu Nian returned to the kitchen with his chopsticks. He was not in the mood to care about anything else. He was absent-minded and passed Gao Cheng by.

The strange atmosphere made Gao Cheng alert.

He didn't forget that something would happen here. That's why he came all the way to Shanni temple

As the night deepened, Maori people were arranged to sleep in the room where the monks lived in the wing room. Only Gao Cheng was still floating in the corridor.

On the one hand, it is because of possible cases, on the other hand, there is no place to sleep.

The temperature here is very low at night, even if it's floating around in the aisle, it feels cold. I can't sleep without a quilt

"Conan," said Xiao Lan in the room, "if you are afraid, you can come to my quilt..."

"Damn it."

Gao Cheng shrunk, roughly confirmed the room where the people were, and went straight to the toilet.

He was hungry, cold and needed to go to the toilet. He finally understood why it was called camouflage card instead of transfiguration card. What really changed was only a small part. It was like the last time he became a child, his physical strength also dropped to the level of a child, but this time his body became lighter

"Well?"

There is a mask used as an ornament at the door of the toilet, with a red face and a long white beard. It looks a bit like the old monk, but his nose is even higher, his eyes are glaring, and he looks frightening.

"Fog dog mask? Why put it in the toilet? "

Gao Cheng takes a look at the mask and suddenly finds that the little monk passes through the corridor and finally enters the old monk's room at the end.

The old monk had not yet gone to bed, and he was drunk with a wine gourd: "Xiunian, what are you doing here?"

"Master," Xiunian asked, seeing that the old monk was too drunk, "why didn't you tell Mr. detective about that? Maybe we can find out something... "

"That's why I can't say it," the old monk said with a snort and a smile as he drank the wine. "If the detective knew about it, I would be finished."

"Why?" Xiunian said anxiously, "is the incident two years ago the master..."

"That's right," the old monk gushed, "it's all about loyalty to that guy. My granddaughter Ju Nai has been engaged to the successor of the big temple, but he plans to elope with Ju Nai... How can I let him take Ju Nai?"

Xiunian looked at the complacent old monk in disbelief: "so Shifu killed Zhongnian by imitating the legend of wutiangou? How, how could this happen

"Master!" The little monk Xiunian asked bitterly, "please turn yourself in!"

"It was two years ago, and there was no evidence left at all," the old monk seemed to be sober. He stood up with his back to Xiunian and said, "besides, thanks to that incident, our temple is also famous because it's a temple haunted by fog dogs..."

Gao Cheng leans quietly outside the door. Through the window paper, he sees the shadow of two monks, big and small, with a faint smell of wine.

It's really troublesome. Two years later, without any evidence, there's no way to deal with the old monk. He can only turn himself in.

Now he is a "ghost". If you think of something, maybe you can

"Well Suddenly, a fierce struggle broke Gao Cheng's thinking. Under the light, Xiunian strangled the old monk's neck from behind.

"Stop it, Xiunian!" Gao Cheng opens the door in an emergency.

"Ah?" Xiunian shakes and wakes up. She lets go of Tianyong and looks back at the empty door.

There was no half figure, and other people were still sleeping in their respective rooms, as if the sound just heard was just an illusion

"Hoo Hoo

After the impulse of anger recedes, Xiunian can't help wondering how the door can be opened by himself. Instead, she breathes quickly and looks at the old monk who is coughing at her feet. She is at a loss.

Fortunately, the old monk still didn't wake up. He was still drunk and didn't know why: "Xiunian, I almost couldn't breathe. Help me quickly."

Xiunian pauses for a long time, then swallows his saliva. After helping the old monk to one side, he goes to the door and leaves.